the lungs are panting.
heart rages against the cage.
take my pounds of flesh.
Haikus
likely futility
to become bigger
than your station will allow.
futile or likely?
clock watching
sun and surf in time.
spending time watching beach sand.
not clocks ticking by.
breathing room
blades of bright green grass.
don’t grow if stepped on often.
i need breathing room.
money theology
happy jingling coins.
music in threadbare pockets.
money for my thoughts?
solo escape
sky is clear as glass.
air as sharp as well honed knives.
my soul escapes me.